Group Hugs
One gets fixated on until the next thing comes along
and then one gets fixated on something
again.
I suppose some sort of balance comes
when one can balance up the sums
of one's existence.
The existential being is
one that I'm not seeing
although there's something
of the spiritual
residual.
If in the letting go
we will finally get to know
what everything means
sign me up
for the dreams of
a lifetime.
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